Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know y'all out to drink y'all throw up
We y'all sittin' on 20's
We y'all reppin' your hood
But how y'all kill

Bounce that ass, load cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that talk
While muthatfuckaz be scummy
And'll go for the

Ready to when they holdin' a lick
with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks
The real gun runner never run when he
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro

Sippin' with a fifty sack under the
with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it side to side
Niggaz if it's static then me the strap

Gonna ride 'til my
All the hoes that'll niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get up in the club
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the

Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, pack
Til a nigga bust, bustin' back
Guys that'll roll dice and win
Girls with 'fits that the skin

Real niggaz mind best friend at the pen
Real let your best friend know about men
I be squeezin' ass
And'll a full glass disappear like a genie
to the LOX and Beanie

While them hoes that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world see me
I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a
If you want herb we got

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the bitches and all my nugz
For the who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, ride, hustla feel me

By know everybody should know, that the kid spit
And kid spit fire light
And the bitch I fucked like last night
I don't a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine I read
Is when I buy my gun it
How bullets you could digest in that one stomach?
I suggest y'all run it

And the click-click the Calico, I gotta go
it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the muthafucka that's countin' that dough
Cookin' that to a pot of gold

my rainbow is every color top that crackhead cop
I don't I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

Drag, open up boots by watchin' co-op's in at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all upon me
I run up on in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T
All I really do is

F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, soakin'
With insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know real out here
(They damn don't)
is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions
When I up the block at you, pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin' I do

Should not've fucked Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you
I don' drunk a boo muthafucka so you I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a up

This where the shit pick up, let me this clip up
Lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and
Let's see if you murdered miss ya
I the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you out

your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially when I tell her around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back and I it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out shit, sound like my shit

You make me pull a all nighter
Standin' in front of your crib with that gasoline and that
Now hit, we won't miss ya, and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)